He rubbed nikkas the wrong way with that shyt
Biggie just got killt
Hip-Hop is like "we miss you big poppa"
This nikka Jay pop up like he just hit the lottery and shyt
What the deal playboy, just rest your soul
I be holding it down, yo, still love the dough
Got these ladies on the cock now, you know how we go
Got the whole world on lock down, you know how we flow
Don't worry about Brooklyn, I continue to flame
Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget your name
You held it down long enough,

let me take those reigns
And just like your spirit the commission remains
nikka sounded happy as fukk
"they claim to be NY king it ain't about that"